To recap the story so far,
Devon is a sarcastic and witty college kid who finds himself on a space ship on
an 18-year voyage to a new home planet after the destruction of earth. The mass
majority of the passengers on Devon’s ship are guys from the boy’s college he
attended. Being in this highly male population makes Devon slowly realize he’s
gay, something that bothers him at first, but as he opens up to his closest
friends he begins to worry less, and eventually the pieces begin to fall into
place. He confides his sexuality to his best friend Patrick, who is very open
and accepting of it. Devon asks Patrick to talk to his other best friend Reid,
but that doesn’t seem to go so well. In the meantime, Devon and Charlie decide
to become sex buddies and Devon and Conner become closer friends.

Time passes and things start to see routine. Things with Reid are awkward and
Devon and he drift apart, but Devon is happy to be developing a deeper
friendship with Conner. And then there’s Charlie, who now admits he’s mostly
gay, although he and Devon feel they’ll never love each other like that. It
doesn’t stop them from wanking and sucking at every opportunity, though. And now
these two want to form a club – they believe if they get together the
potentially gay guys on the ship they can have some fun, and maybe find love.

And on and on the data board cycled; I couldn’t help staring at it any time I
was eating in the lunch room, which I didn’t do too terribly often since I
worked in here and tended to grab a bite in the back, but Charlie wanted to eat
together today and I was in the mood to oblige him, hoping he’d be in the mood
to oblige me with other things later.

It was rather mundane information that changed very infrequently. The ship was
functioning fine and both of our massive Rolls Royce fusion engines were
outputting at 94% efficiency – right where they were supposed to be to maintain
a constant speed that was very nearly, although not quite, as fast as light.
They didn’t have to work too hard now, of course, space travel was really just a
long boring drift from one place to another.

More importantly, the board always listed fleet information, which also rarely,
but sometimes, changed. By now most all of the escape space ships had brought
their communications online despite some problems with the general system. There
were still about thirteen-hundred that were flying silent, but they could see us
and we could see them. We knew which ships they were and where they evacuated
from, but their passengers were not on the census and could not communicate with
us.

And then there were forty-seven vessels whose location was unknown. Many had
been damaged or destroyed in the escape from earth – an unfortunate reality in a
mass exodus – but some had been functioning fine until they unexpectedly dropped
off the radar. These ship might have experienced critical failures of some sort
– maybe they just exploded one day (a discomforting thought that now crossed my
mind whenever I thought about those two massive engines we were strapped to), or
maybe they had a systems problem requiring them to stop and make repairs. If a
call was received there was a system in place to go back for stranded ships, but
otherwise we didn’t know what happened to them. In fact, the escape vessel that
most of the student population at Bribadge Third Level Uni, the girls’ school
across town, had been called back to respond to a distress signal from a ship
that had left from Phoenix. This meant making a big u-turn and backtracking to
rendezvous with the distressed ship, which wasn’t all that dangerous, but it
also meant they’d be out of contact with us for a while, messages between two
vessels traveling near the speed of light in opposite directions being tricky.

Shortly before EV5977 (the Bribadge ship) had left, we also got the capability
to send data mail between ships. I, of course, contacted my parents and any
friends I could track down and even my seventh grade English teacher, and most
everyone was deluged with mail. It had been a great moment on board, at least
until Allie, my former girlfriend began writing me. Whoops. So you end up
escaping from the destruction of earth and discover you’re gay and then your
girlfriend manages to cross time and space to track you down and start writing
you love letters. Well that’s awkward. As it turned out, she looked my name up
on the census and assumed the minimal ten character message we were allowed to
write was aimed at her. I’d written iokcu18lvD. This went over really well with
Allie, a bit to my dismay. Argh. Well, I have some time to think about that one
and in the meantime I wrote her a couple of times, just about life on the ship
and stuff like that. She always wrote back about stroking my thighs or taking
her bra off in front of me. I wasn’t grossed out by girls or anything – my time
with Allie had been fun and I really did love her. It was just weird to know
what to say about all this. I could have written a love letter back, sure, but
that would feel weird since I was currently on the patrol for a boyfriend and/or
other promiscuous male sexual partners. Sigh, another typical day in Devon’s
world.

This brings me up to Charlie and today’s conversation, which he was obviously
feeling was lacking my attention since he was sitting across from me at the
table snapping his fingers in my direction.

“Hello, earth to Chasen, earth to Chasen. Come in Lieutenant Daydreamer,” he was
saying in a somewhat annoyed voice (although mercifully he wasn’t tossing any of
his food in my face).

“Yeah, sorry, what?” I reply, snapping back to the real world.

“Good lord, if I didn’t keep you focused we’d never get anywhere.”

“Sorry, I was just thinking,” I say apologetically, piling my empty dishes on
top of one another to indicate that I’m done eating and ready to return to the
topic at hand.

Charlie quickly retorts, “Yeah, I know you were thinking. If you had half a
chance, you’d daydream your way to Vega. As I was saying, I think AJ would be an
ideal candidate for tending the wheat. I mean, really, we can’t go wrong there.
I’d have to ask him a couple of questions, but I think he’d be high on my list.”

I roll my head back in frustration and groan. “Jeez, Charlie, do we have to talk
about this here? The walls have ears, you know? It’s kinda embarrassing.”

It had been two weeks since I’d agreed with Charlie that bringing together some
guys to try and start some sort of informal sex club was a good idea. Well,
maybe it was a terrible idea, but it was one that got both our hormones in such
a boil that it sure felt like a good idea. My agreement had had both good and
bad repercussions.

On the one hand, I kept thinking back to the half-naked poker game I’d had with
my flatmates the day of the heat wave. It had been hot (both literally and
figuratively), and it was even hotter in my imagination when I replayed the
event and it ended with us all dropping our briefs for a simultaneous wank. In
fact, sitting here in the cafeteria I start to plump a little at the image. And
yes, I think Charlie is right that if I’m ever to locate a boyfriend, or at
least someone to have sex with that would be more than friends fucking (as
Charlie and I were), locating the other gay guys on board was probably one way
to narrow my list of prospects. Another benefit was that, indeed, it would give
Charlie the chance to find another jerkoff buddy or boyfriend or whatever he
wanted. He says he feels ‘mostly gay’, which is kind of annoying and ambiguous,
but given the situation (being stuck in space on a ship with mostly college age
guys), I can tolerate a little indecision from him. Whatever Charlie was, I knew
he was worried that if I ever found someone and fell in love he’d be left out,
and I know that our tumbles together meant a little more than friends helping
each other out, even if they didn’t quite mean we were soul mates.

On the other hand, I was finding that Charlie was definitely a little less
amorous with me lately. We still got together quite frequently, but he wasn’t in
the mood as often and even turned me down once or twice. He was busy with work –
keeping the scrubs in line – but there was something else to it, something I
didn’t really press him on. I figured he was trying to keep a little distance
from me. We’d talked about not falling in love and staying friends, and our
friendship was open and honest for us to both feel comfortable with where the
other one was at, so I was sure he wasn’t starting to fall for me or afraid that
I was falling for him. I guessed he probably wanted to tone things down a
little, either because we weren’t going to be romantic lovers no matter how many
times we rubbed off on each other, or because he didn’t want to depend on that
from me too much, knowing a day would come when I’d find the guy of my dreams
and skirt off to his bed every night.

Charlie was also a little annoyingly gung-ho about the wank club. We’d decided
on discretion, but he was so into the idea that sometimes he forgot to tone down
the volume in public. I’d at least got him to start using code words, one being
‘tending the wheat’, an expression he’d come up with in honor of our moderately
hot encounter in the farm. I wasn’t sure his code was all that great, but the
images the memory conjured gave me a boner every time.

He was rather adamant about the subject tonight, and I could tell I was going to
have to commit to an extended conversation, I just didn’t want to do it here.

“I don’t know what you’re worried about, no one can hear us if we keep our
voices down and it’s not like anyone cares about ‘farm duty schedules’ anyway.
What could happen?” Charlie responds to my concern.

“What’cha guys doin’?” Jason comes up behind Charlie, eyeing his notepad
suspiciously. Jason was one of the scrubs, a group of middle school kids that
had ended up on board with little to no supervision, at least until Charlie had
been put in charge. Jason had a penchant for turning up whenever you didn’t want
him around, and his overly large green eyes had a particular talent for noticing
anything you didn’t want him to see. One night he’d wandered into our flat, and
upon entering the living room instantly noticed that Chris was watching porn on
his wrist screen, this despite the fact that Chris was twenty feet away and the
screen was like one inch square. We’d praised him for being so astute, although
it was then annoying to spend three days avoiding questions about ‘dirty
pictures’.

“Uh, we’re just working on some of the farm crap. What are you doing up here? I
thought the scrubs had the field in bottomside tonight.” Charlie had managed to
get them weekly time on the football field, he’d insisted they should get two
hours a week, which all the older guys disagreed with, but in the end Eden had
approved a designated time for the middle-schoolers.

“My night out of rotation. Usually I watch, but I wanted to hang out with you
guys. Hey, are you going to start working with AJ? He’s pretty cool. But I
thought he was in tech.”

Jason was looking at Charlie’s pad, where he’d scribbled AJ’s name on the ‘wheat
tending’ list. I arched my eyebrow at Charlie, silently conveying the comment
that this was exactly why I didn’t want to talk about fucking other guys in the
open cafeteria.

“Uh, no,” Charlie lies, “he’s not working with us. Devon needs him to check one
of the wheat beds. For some reason, the grass keeps getting tramped down. We
think it’s the watering system coming down too close to the ground.”

I arch my eyebrow further, not really appreciative of Charlie’s story involving
the grass he very well knows is flattened because he and I often trample it
together when making out in the farm. I don’t like him lying to Jason, not
because I care, but because I suspect that a twelve year-old can always
instinctively tell when an adult is not telling them the complete truth and
Jason already follows us around enough.

“Hey,” I interject, “if you don’t want to watch the game, Reid and Patrick are
working on some schematics in our room. I know they’d let you help, if you’re
bored. Charlie and I have to go do some work, but we’ll be up there later.” This
wasn’t a lie, per se. Reid and Patrick were totally swamped doing some schematic
work, and Patrick adored Jason. Something about the really smart kid brought out
the older brother in Patrick. So he always liked having Jason around and would
be happy to let him help with their work tonight, even if he hadn’t specifically
asked me to sic the kid on them. Jason was smart, but being five years older I
was a little smarter still, and I knew he would almost certainly jump on an
opportunity to go hang with the cooler ‘older kids’.

“Really?” Jason jumps for the bait excitedly, his green eyes opening to a
seemingly impossible width. Yep, I’m still smarter. Still, his grin immediately
changes to a look of slight skepticism. “Really, I mean you’re not lying to get
rid of me are you?”

“What? C’mon Jason, when have I ever lied to you? Call Patrick on your wristcom
if you want. I swear, they got off work a half hour ago and told me they’d be up
late doing the scheme stuff. I’m not totally sure they’ll stay in our room the
whole time, but if you go up there now you can catch them for sure.”

And it wasn’t a lie, although Charlie was smiling at me wryly for my slyness.
But it works and Jason hurries off, but only after promising that we’ll join
them later. We’d planned to, but possibly not for a while, and we tell him that
we’ll be up eventually.

The incident with Jason convinces Charlie that talking in the cafeteria isn’t
the wisest idea, and although he makes me promise to resolve the issue of our
‘invitation list’ tonight, he agrees to do it walking through some of the less
crowded areas of the ship so as to not be overheard.

We leave the cafeteria and make our way down to the commons main lobby, which
will of course be packed this time of night, but I have a pretty good idea where
we can go. I lead Charlie to the rear of the lobby and under the decorative arch
that marks the beginning of the hallway leading to the rear observation deck.
It’s the perfect place to have a covert conversation, really, long and usually
empty, you can see someone coming up on you from a hundred yards away and you
can pace up and down if you need time to talk. Besides, I like the murals.

We walk about a quarter of the way in silence. Charlie shifts his notepad from
hand to hand. I know he’s eager to talk about this, but he also doesn’t want to
push me. We’d agreed on most of the details – we’d make a list of at least three
other prospective guys - guys we thought were either gay or would be open to
experimenting, then we invite them to a poker night in Charlie’s unoccupied
flat. A little alcohol, Charlie gets me to tell a dirty story, we get the other
guys horny, then (hopefully) before you know it we have a circle jerk.
Uncomfortable awkwardness follows, everyone goes home, and the gay ones accept
an invitation the following week, now knowing what they’re in for. It wasn’t the
most complicated plan, and we’d kind of pieced our idea together from a bunch of
erotic stories we’d pulled up on the net, but I thought it had a shot. Well, as
long as the invite list was well chosen. And that’s where we were now.

We’d immediately eliminated all our flatmates, at least the ones we bunked with.
If things didn’t work out and went sour, at least then we wouldn’t have to go
home to awkwardness. So Reid and Patrick were out, as well as Beck and Charlie’s
bunk mates. Well, Chris was never on the list. Definitely hetero, and exactly
the kind of personality we were looking to avoid (angry, prone to punching
things and/or people). But Charlie had mentioned AJ, who lived in our flat but a
different room. It was against the rules, but AJ sure was cute.

I decide to break the silence and open the conversation. “I don’t know about AJ.
I mean, he’s hot. Hotter than hot, but what we said about guys in the flat…”

“I know, I know,” Charlie cuts me off, “Momentary weakness. He’s just too cute,
you know? I caught him in a towel in the bathroom the other day. Only it had
slipped way down his waist. The guy is super-smooth and has the best abs. And
man, those eyes are so fucking hot. But I know, no one in the flat. Sorry.”

Charlie was right. AJ was in A-room in our flat, and he was a hottie. We didn’t
know him that well – he was a little older and usually hung with Reagan and Ben,
two of his roommates. But of the five guys in that room, he was the best
looking. Well, to be honest the other guys in that room all looked a little
dorky, and AJ was probably one of the hottest guys on the ship. Thin and really
tall with perfectly brown skin. His ears were a little large, a flaw, sure, but
whereas my big ears stuck out of the side of my head and made me look a little
nerdy, his somehow acted as markers drawing your attention to his huge,
beautiful dark eyes. And man were his eyes hot – expressive and intense, they
seemed to cry out to you ‘come to me, touch me, love me’. And to top it all off,
we rated AJ eight stars (on a scale of ten) as to being gay and/or experimental.
Dang it, now Charlie has me wanting to break the rules and invite him too.

“Nope, no flatmates. Bad idea, definitely not,” I blurt out a little too
adamantly, more for my benefit than Charlie’s. He jumps as my voice booms down
the empty hallway.

“God, Devon, ok. I agreed for fuck’s sake.”

“I know,” I reply, pinching his butt and running around a pylon onto one of the
moving sidewalks at the last minute so that I took off, leaving Charlie standing
on the regular path. “I just like it in here when someone talks LOUDLY!”

My voice echoes in the emptiness and Charlie giggles, picking up a fast walk to
catch up with me. I help him out by walking in the opposite direction of the
moving sidewalk so that my position remains stationary. He comes up alongside me
and leans on the railing while I shuffle along.

“So, anyway,” Charlie rolls his eyes at me. Mostly I like getting a rise out of
him, especially if it’s the part I’m thinking of doing the rising. “Back to the
topic at hand.”

“I know. And I know you think I didn’t do my homework and now you have to spank
my poor little scrub ass,” pretending I was a scrub and Charlie was the stern
administrator had become a joke I rather enjoyed, and I’d considered maybe it
would be a good game for the bedroom, but I didn’t propose it because we weren’t
really into playing quite like that. “But I did. I made a list, just like you
wanted.”

“Ok,” Charlie replies suspiciously, not sure if I’m serious or about to give him
a ridiculous list of made up names. I consider the latter, but I don’t want to
piss him off tonight. I really need to get off, and if I cooperate I think he’ll
indulge me.

“So, first off, you remember how I told you about Sean and Dog? I think they’re
natural candidates. I mean, we know they jerk off together, and maybe more. If
we got them a little drunk, they’d either do it with us or not mind. I’m sure
they wouldn’t be grossed out, and I’m definitely sure they won’t blab to anyone
even if they don’t end up joining in.”

“And you think you can get them to come?”

I laugh and take the softball Charlie has pitched, “I’m Devon, last gay boy from
earth, I can get anyone to cum.” And with that I reach over the rail and
playfully grab at Charlie’s crotch. He giggles. I may not be taking this
one-hundred percent seriously, but as long as I’m mostly on topic he’ll be
happy. I let the walkway start carrying me through the tunnel again and Charlie
begins walking to catch up.

“Ok, so that’s two for you. I have a guy in mind. We were friends back on earth.
I mean, not really close, but we had a couple of classes together.”

“Is he cute?”

“Oh yeah. I never saw him totally naked, but he’s pretty well defined for a
skinny guy. Well, I mean he has that boyish physique like me where the muscles
aren’t quite there yet, but it’s not like he’s twelve. Anyway, I can’t say that
he’s gay, but he has a, hmm, feel about him. Quiet, soft spoken. And nice. He
may or may not play with us, but I don’t think he’d go crazy if things got sexy.
I mean, we definitely have to give these guys an ‘out’ so they can leave if they
don’t like what’s happening.”

“Totally,” I agree. “So who’s this boyish-not-quite-manly friend of yours?”

“Uh, his name is Mike. Mike Albers. He works down on…”

“What?!” I interrupt loudly. Mike Albers was the cute guy I’d caught jerking off
back when I was into spying on guys through the vents.

Charlie looks at me confused. “What? What’d I say?”

“Remember how I told you I used to roam the emergency access tunnels trying to
spy on guys? One afternoon I totally caught Mike in his room whacking it. And I
mean really going at it. Oh yeah, you can invite him. If you think he’ll come.”

Charlie knew about my spying, and I’d given him some details, but I hadn’t told
him the names of who I’d caught doing dirty stuff until I’d filled him in on
Sean and Dog, and that was only to explain my rationale for inviting them.

“What, Mike was that guy? No freaking way.”

“Yep, totally,” I smile a little in triumph, as if spying on the guys somehow
gave me points in some bigger game, “and unlike you I did see him naked. All the
way naked. He is cuter than cute, and you want to know the best part?”

Charlie swallows without answering. I don’t need a reply; he always wants to
know the best part.

“He has this adorable dick that curves out and upwards, like some cute little
arrow. It’s totally hot, and he gets off by pulling it down and letting it
spring back up. It’s soooo hot. You wouldn’t believe it.”

Charlie makes an elaborate motion out of putting Mike’s name on his gardening
list. “Ok, then. He’s on the list. And that’s five of us. That should be good.”

“Not just good, totally hot.” The wank club was Charlie’s thing, but it got my
motor running too. The guys we’d listed were all cute and known to be
open-minded, and I would not mind playing with them at all.

By then we’d reached the end of the tunnel and entered the darkened observation
deck. As normal, the lights were kept off to maximize stargazing potential, and
like normal the massive room was totally empty. Except that it wasn’t.

Seated across the room against one of the giant clear panels that looked out
into space was a solitary figure. I could see their silhouette against the
outside light. I continued into the room curiously, and Charlie followed. It
wasn’t uncommon for two or three guys to congregate in here, mostly people came
to reminisce about earth. After all, it did look out into the great infinite
beyond behind us, ever reminding us what all we left behind.

I didn’t recognize that the solitary figure was Conner until we were within ten
feet of him – the room was pretty dark. When I did, I said hello.

“Oh, hey Devon, what’s up?” he asks. He looks beat.

“Not much, we were just getting away from the noise in the cafeteria, and the
scrubs. This is my friend Charlie,” the two shake hands. I never thought about
it, but I guess they don’t know each other. These days I tend to hang with
Charlie or Conner, but never together. Weird. “So what are you up to?”

Conner stretches and yawns. “Ugh, nothing. Eden has this whole council security
meeting thing in our flat and I was tired after work so I thought I’d come down
here. It’s always quiet. My room is a little chaotic these days.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” I agree. Since winning the election, Eden had been working
around the clock to improve things on the ship. And he’d really taken charge. As
promised in his campaign, he formed a janitorial staff comprised of anyone on
probation after brig time. They’d be required to serve six months after getting
out, and to make his point he put his electoral competitor, Steve Caine, on that
staff. Now like forty guys were working full time doing shit detail stuff. It
wasn’t all of it, it wasn’t even most of it, but everyone on board appreciated
that their load was a little lighter. Well, everyone except Steven and his
douche bag friends.

Mostly Eden worked out of an office he’d taken in the commons, but there were
also a lot of late night meetings at Conner’s place.

Charlie and I chatted with Conner a bit. He filled us in on all the political
stuff going on, which bored me but interested Charlie. Eden was thinking of
proposing a security force – guys to train as a kind of officer’s corps so that
they’d eventually replace the existing crew. It was a good idea, and one many
ships were implementing. I mean, we didn’t want to get five years in and have
our captain keel over with no one knowing how to fly this thing. Then Conner
asked about my work, as well as Charlie’s efforts with the scrubs. Charlie tells
him about Jason and his covert capabilities, without of course telling Conner
why we didn’t want Jason around.

“Well, you’re not doing a very good job dodging him, here he comes up the tunnel
now,” Conner informs us.

Charlie and I both spin around in a motion that almost makes us both fall over
and also threatens to send our skulls careening into one another. I expect to
see little Jason grinning at us from the light of the tunnel, but the room is
still totally empty except for the three of us. We look around at Conner
questioningly.

“No, ha, I’m just kidding. He’s not back there.”

“Oh very funny,” I tell him, feigning anger. Charlie laughs, though. After a
while we decide to head up to our room – it’s late and both Charlie and I are
getting tired. We invite Conner to walk back with us, but he declines and says
he wants to stick around a little longer.

Once we get about halfway down the tunnel, Charlie begins talking. “What about
putting him on the list? He’s pretty cute. Do you think he’d go along?”

“Conner?” I ask. “I don’t know, maybe. But he’s straight. And older than us. And
a really good friend. No, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

It’s not like I couldn’t develop a crush on Conner, but I didn’t want to ruin a
friendship because of a stupid wank club. It was a hot idea, but not that hot.
I’d done my due diligence and gone through my list of close friends, and no one
came to mind. But Sean, Dog and Mike would do. It’s not like there was an
abundance of hot possibly gay guys on board. That we knew about. But hey, there
was one I’d forgotten.

“Hey, what about Zane?” I ask Charlie. Zane was a little older than us – twenty
I think – but he always admitted openly to being bisexual. And he was adorable,
if not predictable. I’m not sure why I hadn’t thought of him before, except that
I didn’t see as much of him now that we worked the same job in separate parts of
the ship.

“Zane? Really? You think he’d be open to it?”

“Open? The guy is open to everything. He announced to our entire training class
that he’s slept with both guys and girls, and on more than one occasion. He’ll
do anything if he thinks it’s fun, and he makes most things fun.”

“Really?” Charlie thought about Zane for a minute. He knew him a little, and so
he knew what he looked like. But Zane was boisterous and unpredictable. I knew
Charlie was mulling over the risks of having someone like that on board versus
the reward. Zane would almost assuredly push the night in a more sexual
direction if he wanted to, but would he want to?

“And hey, he’s got that floppy brown hair,” I point out one of Zane’s more
desirable attributes. I know Charlie likes longer hair – he keeps telling me to
grow mine out.

“Yeah, if you think he’ll come. He’ll be like three years older than any of us,
but if he’ll come I’d be totally into that.”

And so it was decided. After two weeks of pestering me, Charlie and I had come
up with our list. We’d designate a night, invite Sean, Dog, Mike and Zane for
some poker and liquor, get them drunk and maybe a little high, then see if we
could get the zippers to come down. The plan was set in stone, and Charlie and I
agreed there was no going back on the deal.

ii

The next morning, I went back on the deal.

Well, I didn’t go back on it exactly. Mostly I just caught Charlie in the
bathroom and told him not to send invitations because I was nervous and didn’t
want to do it any longer. Ok, ok, so I went back on the deal.

This resulted in two things. First, by lunchtime I got my balls back and
messaged Charlie that I was in again. Secondly, it pissed Charlie off to no end
and he didn’t talk to me for two days. Whoops. While I waited for him to come
around, I made some preparations of my own. We’d decided to hold our poker night
in the unoccupied flat we used, just not in the room Charlie had set up because
that was like our private space. Besides, we didn’t want things to seem too
contrived. So I went about setting up b-room in the flat, which happened to be
where I’d jerked Charlie off while he was sleeping several weeks back. Sigh, I
have such fond memories of that bed.

Anyway, I felt bad about pissing Charlie off, so I wanted to go the extra mile
in setting up. I spent an entire afternoon reading the 400 page instruction
manual for the mattresses to try and figure out how to do it, but eventually I
figured out how to change the programming on the inflatable polymer so that I
could make different shapes. This allowed me to drag five or six mattresses into
the middle of the room and ‘inflate’ them so that they formed a cushioned circle
that almost looked like recessed seating. Or a beanbag catastrophe. Either way,
they were set up so that we could sit comfortably in the middle of the room and
play cards (and do whatever else).

I figured Charlie would take care of the liquor, so I left that to him, but I
did dig out some porn and hide it strategically in the room. Who knows, maybe
we’d find ourselves in a situation where Charlie or I needed to rummage through
a drawer and came out with some dirty vids. Then we suggest we all watch for the
novelty, and one thing leads to another. A cheap ploy, but hey, whatever works,
right?

In doing all of this I felt like such the little schemer. It made me hard, to be
honest. Like really, really hard. All the time. And maybe it was partially the
sexy furniture layout or the hidden smut, but it was mostly the secret secondary
part of my plan, something I hadn’t even mentioned to Charlie. Yep, I was a sexy
little schemer all right.

The thing is, twice before I’d been spied on by this mystery guy. Once he
watched me jerk off Charlie in this very room through the vent. Oh very clever.
Later he’d snuck up on me in the scanning room in the hospital and wanked me off
while I was in the CMR machine. I didn’t see his face either time and had no
idea who he was. All I knew what that he was hot, into me in some way or other,
and had a tattoo of a black flower on his hip. Well, and I knew that he liked to
watch. And maybe he liked to watch because that was his thing, albeit a little
weird and creepy, or maybe he was too shy to let me know who he was. Either way,
I’d decided that he should be invited to the wank club.

To accomplish this, I posted notes in the emergency access tunnels in two or
three of the main junctions. They were simple and ambiguous: ‘Group fun, place
you first watched me watch him sleeping. Aug 6, 8ish. Come hang, or watch if you
like. D’. I figured if he still patrolled the tunnels he’d find one, and really
no one else was supposed to be in there since the surveys had all been
completed, so no one else would see the notes. I still had my key, though, and I
figured he had his as well. Then on the other side of the vent in b-room, I left
a little joke for my phantom. There I placed a single white sock – the same sock
(I think, they all look alike) he’d stolen from me to clean up the first night
and then left with me in the medical bay. I still wasn’t sure if the voyeurism
was creepy or not, but I felt like it was kind of a turn on to invite the
mystery guy.

Once Charlie came around and started talking to me again, we got our act
together and decided to do things sooner rather than later (he said because he
was a little nervous, but I’m pretty sure it was because he thought I’d change
my mind again.) We did discuss the list again, and I have to admit we thought
about taking Mike off. He seemed kind of young and shy – he was the one guy I
just wasn’t sure about having over. In the end, I gave Charlie the ok to include
everyone we’d discussed, and he sent out an invite on his wrist com for Friday
night. It didn’t take long to get a positive response from everyone – Fridays
were boring and we were on a space ship. Poker and booze always sounded like a
good idea.

iii

Friday came and I got jittery about the whole thing. Jittery and horny. I had to
serve food for a couple of hours in the afternoon, and I was constantly trying
not to show wood.

After work I headed up to the flat and Charlie was already there, making final
preparations. When I entered the room we’d be playing cards in, he was arranging
bottles on a shelf. I noted that he’d brought out some of his better liquor
acquisitions.

“Hey, Devon,” he said kind in a kind of happy, nervous stammer that was
decidedly unlike Charlie.

“Hey,” I replied, “you look all ready for, well, for something.” It was true.
Charlie was looking pretty hot tonight, dressed in a moderately trendy button
down shirt. He’d even brushed his hair, which was always cute either way.

“Thanks!” he exclaimed earnestly.

Charlie went on to explain the ‘game plan’, which I’d left mostly up to him.
We’d play cards for a while, and he’d let the booze flow freely. He’d even laced
one of the vodka bottles with ViCia, which was a mild over-the-counter drug that
was supposed to help you get frisky. Most guys our age didn’t need help, and I
said as much to Charlie, but he thought it would help things turn amorous.

He was a little bossy, to be honest. I think it was nerves. All he really wanted
was for everyone to end up jerking off together and enjoying it enough to do it
more regularly, and I didn’t think that required too much over planning, but
he’d thought of everything, or so it seemed. We’d let the guys take things in a
sexual direction. If they didn’t we’d push the evening in that direction,
probably by Charlie suggesting something and me saying it was lame. This would
allow us to gauge reaction to see if we should go further. Charlie ran like
forty scenarios by me – what if they went along, what if they didn’t, what if
one did, what if I got sick to my stomach, what if time stopped, and so forth.

Eventually Mike arrived – he was a half hour early, but it shut Charlie up,
which I was glad for. Mike Albers was, as always, a real cutie. Short chestnut
hair and big brown eyes. Tonight he was dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans,
but I also noticed that he was wearing a beaded necklace, which I thought was
rather hot.

We chatted about his duties on the ship. He worked as an admin for one of the
higher ups, work that he said he enjoyed. He shifted around a little when he
talked, folding his arms this way then that. I got the sense that he was a
little shy and felt a little awkward being here, although he seemed happy to
have been invited at all.

Sean and Dog arrived next, together as usual. The time I spied on them was
really a sexual awakening for me, and although I’ll never tell them that, every
time I see them I have a little nostalgia about ‘my first time’. And it makes me
a little hard. Dang it, I skirt over to the couch and plop down so that I can
soften up.

Zane arrived last, and slaps me hard on the back upon entering the room,
greeting me affectionately. He’s in his work clothes, and I assume he just got
off. Well, this is Zane. To be honest, he might have been wearing them since
yesterday afternoon. I’m glad he came. I wasn’t sure he’d come hang out with us
since we’re all a little younger, but he’s here and that’s cool. Especially if
things work out. Zane is a hottie, and his floppy brown hair sticking out from
under his ballcap in all directions doesn’t disappoint tonight either.

There isn’t anything remarkable about this gathering, other than the fact that
Charlie and I keep exchanging nervous glances, then quickly looking away so that
no one else notices. It’s just a typical Friday night on the ship, and we tell
stories and drink and play cards like any group of rowdy teenagers. We play for
two or three hours, Charlie refilling everyone’s glasses when appropriate. I
notice that he eventually switches to the sneak vodka bottle when mixing drinks
and even tries to slip one to me. I arch my eyebrow at him and he passes that
one to Mike.

xes

Eventually the guys start to get tired of cards. They’re all a little tipsy, and
the game gets dull. Zane creams me and Charlie, but Mike sneaks a big win and
captures a pile of chips. As things wind down, Charlie and I keep looking at
each other. We’d considered raising the stakes to a game of strip poker, which
seemed erotic and exciting in concept. Now it feels awkward and weird, like
maybe it’s something that should remain in silly erotic fiction stories.

Charlie makes a motion to me, which I take to mean he wants me to say something.
I shake my head. He looks at me annoyed. Hey, this is his party. If he wants
people to take their cocks out, he can be the one to ask.

But then Zane does our work for us.

“Well this is getting lame,” he announces, eyeing his tiny pile of chips. “Hey,
have any of you guys ever played info or actions?”

We all had. It was a simple enough schoolyard game – you took turns and
challenged the player of your choice to info or actions. They chose info, you
got to ask them any question and they had to answer it honestly. Action and you
challenged them to some feat of daring.

“Dude, that’s lame,” Charlie chimed in. Info and actions was well known as a
game that often led to sexual mischievousness, and I think Charlie’s objection
was a ploy on his part to try and get us all to agree to a game.

“No, no man, it’s like I don’t know any of the guys here that well, well except
Dev here,” I’m sitting to his left and he slaps me on my leg. Ouch. “It’s a good
way to get to know people. And it’s a hell of a lot better than strip poker,
which is where I’m gonna end up if I keep playing like I have been. You’re a
fucking card shark over there, Mikey.”

Mike flushes a little at the mention of his name and looks shyly to the huge
pile of chips in front of him.

“Yeah, I’m up for it. Poker’s getting kinda boring,” I chime in. Whew, all of a
sudden I’m a little flushed. I haven’t had that much to drink. Maybe that
bastard gave me the ViCia after all. I’ll have to ask him later.

Sean and Dog, who tend to be pretty quiet guys, also give their consent. Mike
looks uncertain.

Zane doesn’t wait for further discussion and tells everyone to toss the cards
and chips aside. We do and pull into a tighter circle. The pillow formation I’d
designed is working brilliantly, I note. It forces us to sit in a small circle
with about two feet between us. I’m between Zane and Charlie, with Charlie on my
left. Then Mike, then Dog, then Sean.

Mike sits up straighter and looks a little more awkward. “Uh, info,” he says
quietly.

“Ok you little bastard, what I want to know is this. How the holy fuck did you
pull that fourth ten out of your ass?” Zane laughs. He’s referring to the hand
Mike decimated us all with.

Mike laughs, clearly relieved he’s not going to have to reveal some deep secret,
at least not yet. “I don’t know, dude,” he responds, “I guess I’d say sometimes
you’re hot, and sometimes…” he nods in Zanes direction, indicating that Zane’s
luck had run a little cold tonight.

“Ha, that’s too true, I sucked the big one tonight,” Zane replies. He looks over
to Charlie. “Your turn, Charles.”

Charlie challenges me, and asks me to tell about the drunkest I’ve ever been. I
think he’s referring to the night we hooked up, but that wasn’t the drunkest I’d
ever been and I don’t tell that story. Then Mike asks Charlie about who he liked
back at school and Dog asked Zane about where he grew up. Everyone chooses info
for quite a while, and we talk about typical boy stuff. What we like, what we
hate. Funny stories. Farting. Drinking. Our best score at our favorite games. We
laugh. We listen. We bond.

But like all rounds of info or actions, there was a slight sexual tension to the
game and it wasn’t long before the game became sexual in nature. It was Zane
that did it, of course, and I should have guessed it would be him, if anyone.
The guy talks about sex half the time, so it’s no surprise that he uses his next
turn to steer the game in that direction. He looks mischievously from guy to
guy. I know him well enough to know he’s about to do something very ‘Zane’, so
I’m kind of hoping he won’t call on me. The guy has no boundaries. On the other
hand, that may turn to our favor considering what we want to get up to tonight.

“Ok, hmm, let’s see…ok, Dog – info or action?” Dog squirms a little and flushes,
also obviously aware that being called on by Zane is potentially the most
embarrassing situation in this game. His questions, with the exception of the
first one, have all been a little personal.

“Err, um, info,” he replies. A good choice, I’m not sure anyone would want to be
dared to an action by Zane.

Instantly, as if he’d been absolutely prepared for this round and knew who he
was going to call on and what they’d request and what he’d ask, Zane proposes
his challenge, “Ok, I want you to tell us in detail – and I mean in detail –
about the hottest sexual experience you’ve ever had.”

My ears perk up, and I can see Charlie shift a little out of the corner of my
left eye. Ok, so here we go, this is certainly more promising than some of the
previous turns. Maybe the alcohol and ViCia was starting to take effect, or
maybe it’s just Zane’s nature to take this in a sexual direction. Whatever the
reason, I’m eager to hear what Dog has to say. I know about one particularly hot
sexual encounter he’s had, but I’m not sure this is the one he’ll choose
considering it would mean revealing that he and Sean are sex buddies. He thinks
about it for a minute and then starts telling his story.

“Uh, well, so back at school I develop this HUGE crush on this girl called
Caryn.” A girl? Dang it, I was hoping we’d get a better story than some sorority
chick he’d banged. Well, fair’s fair, and sex stories can be hot either way, so
I settle to listen. “She had these huge blue eyes and killer legs and all, and
all I could ever do was think about her. Eventually we started dating, right?
And so I’m like totally in love with her right away and she’s all I can think
about, and I guess all I ever talk about too.” Sean rolls his eyes and nods in
agreement. They’d been best friends at school, and I could immediately picture
him bored by a thousand Caryn stories.

“So anyway,” Dog continues, “my friends don’t really like Caryn for whatever
reason. Like one of my oldest friends, Laura, hates her, and all I ever want to
talk about is Caryn and all she ever wants to talk about is not talking about
Caryn. Then the guys aren’t that cool with her either. I don’t know, in
retrospect I guess she was kind of a bitch with great eyes.

“One day, I’m in my room with my friend just babbling away about Caryn, as
usual, and I have my back turned folding laundry on the bed. I guess the Caryn
stories ran their course or whatever, because all of a sudden, uh, she grabs me
from behind, which kind of startled me at first obviously, but she spins me
around and tells me to shut up. Before I know it, my pants are around my knees
and I’m getting my first blow job. The thing is, Caryn and I kissed, but she was
totally frigid, or maybe conservative or something, because we’d never done
anything in bed, and so all of a sudden all that pent up sexual energy was
finding an outlet and I was totally in heaven, even though I figured it was a
bad idea to let my friend suck me off. But you know how it is, once your dick is
in someone’s mouth it’s hard to say stop, and it was awesome. The hottest thing
ever.”

Dog stops the story there, and I’m about to take my turn when Zane chimes in,
clearly not yet satisfied with the extent of the story, “Wait, wait, wait. I
said in detail. So, did you finish?”

“Yeah, well, you know…yeah, of course…” Dog replied. He can’t help turning a
little red and smiling sheepishly at Zane’s follow-up question.

“And?” Zane asks, waiting a second for Dog to elaborate before he continues
questioning him, “And when you ‘yeah, you know, of course’ finished, was it like
in the mouth or not, and was there spitting or not?”

“Dude, that’s kind of gross, don’t be such a pervert!” Mike chimes in, laughing,
the shy guy unexpectedly taking on the alpha personality of the group. He
realizes this right after he blurts it out, and he’s now probably afraid it’s
earned him Zane’s attention on the next go-round. Zane flashes him an evil smile
that tells me that’s exactly what will happen. Well, nice to know you, Mike -
next round you’re screwed, that’s all I can say.

“Well, it’s not a detailed sex story without the money shot,” Zane replies to
Mike, a little more than snidely.

Dog isn’t reluctant to continue, and although he’s a little flushed from the
tale, I can tell that he’s enjoying sharing his sexual conquest with the group.
Well, I guess in this case a sexual conquest of him, not by him.

He continues, “I, uh, well the first time someone does that you, uh, well you
don’t really know what they’d think about spraying them in the mouth. So I
pulled out and finished myself.” Zane arches his eyebrows, a cue Dog picks up on
to mean even more elaboration. He finishes his story talking about three times
faster than he had been, “Ok, ok, so I came harder than I ever had before in my
life and I totally sprayed all over my friend’s chest, and it was hot, ok?
Totally hot to be sucked off, and totally hot to see my spunk dripping all over
bare skin. But it was also a little awkward. Well, at first, but eventually I
dumped Caryn and things with my friend worked out and in the end everyone was
happy Caryn was gone. The end. No more story, unless you want to ask me about
other sexual adventures later on, which I will say there are some, but you asked
about the hottest, not all of them.”

Zane laughs, “Yeah, yeak, ok, that’s all I wanted to know. Where you sprayed.
Sexy, but you stayed courteous. Way to go, man.” Dog blushes a deeper shade of
red.

But Sean is blushing a little too, nothing overly overt, but something I pick up
on because I know about the history between these two. It dawns on me that Dog
has phrased his story a little oddly – never specifying if the Laura he
mentioned was the person who had sucked him, and although he hesitantly used the
pronoun ‘she’, I have to wonder if he wasn’t altering the facts a little. And
then there was his minor slip. It seemed somehow more likely that Sean, and not
his friend Laura, would be bare-chested in the dorms on a Saturday afternoon,
although when he said he blew on a naked chest I’m sure he could have meant she
took her shirt off. Still something about the story was off. I had a feeling
we’d been treated to the first sexual encounter between these two guys – a
jealous Sean becoming more and more annoyed by Dog’s obsession with Caryn, a
jealousy that eventually pushed him over the edge and led him to jump on an
oblivious Dog’s pole one boring afternoon. Now that was hot – a daring move by
Sean that was destined to end one relationship or the other. Well, Dog was
sitting here with him and not Caryn, so apparently the gamble paid off.

I could test my theory, of course. It was my turn, and I could call on Dog and
outright ask him who the mystery sex partner was. I considered that this might
introduce a homosexual aspect to our game, which could go either way. It could
get everyone a little hornier and more comfortable, or it could scare everyone
off. It might also piss Sean and Dog off - I’m not sure they’d want their
relationship, whatever it was, revealed. But everyone seems relaxed and a little
tipsy, although not outright drunk, so it feels like a good time to take things
up a notch. Well, and then there’s Mike, who has been drinking regularly and
weighs like forty-seven pounds, but doesn’t seem buzzed at all, and is fidgeting
around nervously. Poor guy, he was the one person Charlie and I weren’t sure
would be ok with the plan tonight, and I feel kind of bad that this all seems a
little hard on him. I consider that maybe I should end the game, but on the
other hand Mike’s grown up enough to leave if he gets too uncomfortable. But
maybe I can make an effort to make things as non-humiliating on him as possible.

And that presents option number two for my turn. I know that Zane will be
gunning for Mike next round, and although a lot could happen in the next five
turns, I figure that no one is really going to be daring enough to go after
Zane, who is, as it turns out, apparently the ideal Info or Action player. Well,
that is unless I go after Zane, somehow deflecting his revenge towards me, and
maybe, hopefully, humiliating him a little so he’s not so overtly aggressive.
And that’s what I decide to do.

“Ok…Zane – info or action?” I ask. He smiles in surprise, probably not thinking
he’d ever be called on since he’s obviously up for pretty much any challenge.

“Action, my man, action. Always action,” he replies.

Hmm, I had kind of expected him to choose info since that was what everyone was
doing so far, in which case I was going to ask him to tell an embarrassing
story. Now I’d have to think up a challenge that would be somewhat embarrassing
and make him feel a little exposed. Hey, that’s it.

“Ok, Zane, your action is that you have to take off your shirt and pants for the
rest of the game.”

I figure if he’s in his underwear he’ll be a little less unruly, which was
probably a mistaken assumption on my part, but as it turns out that’s something
we’ll never know.

“Hey, no problem. I can lose my kit for you,” Zane smiles at me evilly. Well,
that part of the challenge worked. There’s little question that I’ll be the
target of revenge on his next turn instead of Mike. Zane stands up and with
great panache peels off his grey t-shirt. As much time as I’ve spent with the
guy, it’s always been at work and I’ve actually never seen him topless. My first
impression is that for such a slacker he has a great body. His torso is compact
and totally well defined – he must spend a lot of time in the gym to have his
rounded shoulders, sculpted pecs and that tight abdominal v-shape that thus far
has completely eluded me.

For the first time I notice just how adorable Zane is. There’s a bit of a primal
quality to him, with his big brown eyes and ever-mussed curly chestnut hair. His
largish round ears stick out a little from his head, and that combined with his
big pink lips that are perpetually stationed into a mischievous grin have always
made him look a little like a monkey to me, but a cute monkey. This is
emphasized when he’s shirtless, his arms are long and muscular hanging down at
his side, and a dusting of downy chestnut fur splays across his pecs,
culminating in a thin trail that leads the way downward into his jeans. I’m also
a little shocked to see that both of his nipples are pierced with small gold
rings, the metallic shine offset by the perfect pink hue of his nipples. Dang,
the guy is hot, and I try to control an involuntary shudder that threatens to
head down my spine in reaction to Zane standing over me undressing.

He wads his shirt into a ball and tosses it behind him, taking his time and
clearly wanting to put on a bit of a show for us. I can tell that Sean and Dog
are definitely checking him out, although trying to be subtle about it. Mike is
kind of staring off to the side, and I consider again that it might have been a
mistake to invite him. Zane then unzips his jeans and in one sweeping motion
pulls them down and over his already naked feet, tossing the pants in the same
direction of his discarded top. There, now he’ll have to hang out in his undies
for the rest of the game.

Except that he isn’t wearing underwear.

It takes me a second to register this fact, since I’d expected a really goofy
pair of boxer shorts to adorn him under his jeans. But no, as it turns out he
wasn’t wearing anything at all under there, and now he’s standing in front of
the group totally naked with the exception of his trademark dingy ballcap, a
soft pendulous penis hanging low over generously proportioned balls, swaying
slightly between his muscular thighs.

Almost nothing in the world can make people uncomfortable faster than a naked
dude, and there’s a kind of buzz in the room as the other five of us
simultaneously blush, look away and take on a general air of embarrassment.
“What?” Zane asks us, “Devon said no pants and no shirt, and that’s what I did.”
He flops back down into the circle, and I imagine that I hear his dick slap
against his body when he sits. He’s within twelve inches of me, completely nude,
and apparently completely unfazed. God dang it, somehow the round has totally
backfired. He’s not embarrassed and uncomfortable, everyone else is.

The game progresses, me trying to ignore the nude Zane and Sean and Dog clearly
sneaking glances from across the circle. Eventually I even catch Mike checking
Zane out a little, attention that Zane is clearly comfortable with. Some guys
would cross their legs or try and hide it a little, but Zane is sitting with his
legs protruding into the center of our circle, his manhood proudly on display
and flopped over his left leg. It’s pointed at me, actually, and I alternating
between trying not to look at the plump brown tube and thinking about reaching
out and grabbing it.

Charlie’s turn is a little weak – perhaps he’s thrown by naked Zane, and he ends
up asking Mike a moderately inane question about the most embarrassing thing
that ever happened to him. Mike responds with a really funny story that indeed
is really embarrassing, although not sexual in nature, and I wonder if the game
will go nowhere despite the flagrant nudity introduced in this round. It’s Mikes
turn next, then Dog and then Sean, and I don’t think any of them will get sexy
with their challenges. But Mike surprises me, calling on Zane and getting the
immediate response that he’ll take action.

Mike smiles back, “No, the action is that I want a naked guy tell me about the
hottest sex he’s ever had. The story-telling is the action” Charlie giggles at
this lawyerly bending of the rules, and Dog taps Mike on the shoulder, giving
him a silent ‘low five’ on the side. Zane could probably protest this
interpretation of the info or actions rules, but he doesn’t. That seems menacing
somehow, like he knows he could turn anything to his favor.

“Uh, um,” Mike stammers, turning red and not really knowing what to say. Dang,
Zane is good at this. He can even make you squirm when you’re the one
challenging him.

He leans back, rubbing his pecs with both hands in a definitively manly manner.
“Or how about a little something for everyone? This is a pretty hot one. Ok, so
this one time I was in my room back at JDU and I had this girl Amanda with me.
She was the hottest girl from Bribadge, or at least I thought so. But a little
weird, you know? Well, my dates need to be a little weird, right? So anyway, she
was like model-hot, and I’d been into her for a while. We’d finally gone out,
gotten a little drunk, and were back at my place about to get it on. She did a
sexy strip tease, then I did a sexy strip tease. I was juiced, you know? And
then, just as she’s about to go down on me – and I mean her lips were like two
inches from the tip – my fucking roommate Thom walks in!”

The room exclaims horror in unison, Charlie laughing and stating how bad that
situation would suck. Zane was a born entertainer – he had us all instantly
enrapt in his tale. It was even almost easy to forget he was telling it naked,
other than the fact he gestured a lot with his hands, and the motion sometimes
sent his dick flopping from one leg to the other.

“So anyway, in comes Thom, and I’m not shy, I mean obviously,” Zane grabs his
dick and waggles it a little at the circle. I’ll give him that, he’s not shy.

“But I was really into this chick and REALLY horny. Thom sees us and all
apologizes and goes to leave, but Amanda calls him back. Like I said, the chick
was weird. She wanted him to strip off, seeing as how he’d seen her naked. He
refused at first, but she was really persuasive. Long story short, he gets naked
and starts watching while she gets my motor going again. I figure ‘cool, let him
watch’, but she’s not done there. Oh no. She calls Thom over to the bed, and
although he doesn’t want to, he’s getting hard, and you kind of do whatever
you’re told when hard, right? She tells Thom that I’m totally in his hands
tonight, and comes up with this really twisted game, and you’re never going to
believe this. She tells him that I’ve been dreaming of a blowjob from her for
weeks (which was true), but that she was going to make me earn it. She has him
stand up next to us and tells him that she’ll do to me whatever I do to Thom,
and that she’ll give me as good as I give. It’s a wacky situation, yeah, but
Amanda knew I was bisexual so it wasn’t that over the top.”

“So anyway, if you think this ends up drawn out and awkward, nope. I wanted it
bad by then, and so I take Thom in my mouth in about two seconds. He was a
little small, but he tasted good and I gave him the best head I’d ever given.
Amanda must have know I would, because she sucked me off better than anyone ever
had. I blew in her mouth and Thom blew in mine. It was hot, clearly.” Zane
points to his cock, which is about a quarter erect from the memories he’s
sharing. Charlie fidgets in his seat, and I can tell by his body language he’s
getting a boner.

“The funny thing is,” Zane finished his story, “Amanda was hot, but not quite my
type. We never did it again. But Thom and I hit the sheets together like twenty
times after that. That’s what makes it hot for me, the fact I ended up sex
buddies with someone else. Unexpected fucking is some of the best fucking to be
had, mark my words.”

The story charges up the sexual energy in the room. Well, the story or Zane’s
cock. I can see why he’s into sex. He’s got a pretty good piece of meat hanging
between his legs. I’ve stolen enough glances to estimate that it’s pretty long
even soft. I’m hoping his chubbiness holds so that I can figure out something to
ramp things up further on my next turn. As it turns out, I don’t have to wait.

Dog challenges Mike, who must be into this despite being shy, because he chooses
action.

“If you’re going to ask everyone about their hot sex, we should be able to tell
whether you like the story or not. Strip down to your undies.”

Mike complies, although he seems a little nervous. Man, why the heck is everyone
picking on the kid? Maybe because he seems like the easiest target. He turns
around to strip off his pants and shirt, down to a pair of white boxer briefs.
He plops back in the circle. Mike doesn’t have anything to be shy about. Sure,
he’s a little underdeveloped and slight, but it’s not like he doesn’t have any
muscles. In fact, he looks better built than I remember him, with some slight
definition to his flat abs. Either he’s been working out or he’s growing up, but
he’s way hotter than he was when I spied on him through the vent. He doesn’t
have a boner, but he fills his shorts well enough. And his beads complete the
picture, making him ten times as sexy.

“Nice,” Zane tells him. “Good abs. We should work out together sometime.”

Mike smiles appreciatively at Zane, who can be a truly nice guy despite being a
terror at info or actions. Without really waiting, Sean takes his turn,
challenging Dog. Charlie and I exchange a suspicious glance. Why would he
challenge his friend?

Dog picks action, and Sean tells him that if Mike has to be in his undies, so
does Dog. Dog rolls his eyes and strips off. It’s the first time I’ve seen him
naked since I’d spied on them two months ago, and it was really getting me going
having all these objects of my lust in the same room. And Dog didn’t disappoint.
Thin and lanky and boyish, his floppy hair and sweet tummy were as much a turn
on as ever. Man, I kinda envied Sean. Dog was hot.

So there we were, one nude guy and two guys in their briefs. Mike alternated
between crossing his legs shyly and sticking them out in the circle like Zane
was. I could tell that he was happy his little compact body was getting
attention, but that fact wasn’t totally overriding his bashful nature. Dog was
in blue briefs, and seemed about as comfortable to be mostly nude as could be.

He turns to me, smiling. I can’t help but show surprise that I didn’t expect him
to call on me. He smiles, and I swear under my breath. Ok, Devon, don’t back
down. “Let’s see, Zane,” I state smarmily, “why don’t you choose for me. Info or
action, I don’t care.”

“I see you sitting over there being a little ‘looky-loo’ ever since you had me
strip off.” I flushed, busted.

“How about this? For your action, for thirty seconds I want you to stroke the
part of me that you’re most interested in.”

It’s an outrageous challenge, clearly mired in sexual innuendo. Sean and Dog
smile at me, curious if I’ll take the bait. Mike still looks uncomfortable, but
relieved that this isn’t his challenge, which it very well could have been.
Still, he’s distracted enough by the somewhat dirty dare to have returned to his
full underwear display position.

I consider grabbing Zane by the dick, which is clearly what he either wants or
wants me to refuse. I scoot over to him, although it’s not a very far scoot. Our
legs tough and I reach over to him, slowly moving my hand towards his crotch.
There is a palpable tension in the air. We’re all buzzed, and I’m sure becoming
hornier by the minute. Still, a challenge is a challenge, and I decide to take
Zane’s on honestly and with gusto.

When my hand is about four inches from his dick I change direction and move it
upwards towards his head. He shifts a little in surprise, but I keep going,
pulling off his cap and tossing it aside. Zane has beautiful hair, and I have
always wanted to feel the longish curls that flop down around his ears and over
his forehead. I’d love to feel that gorgeous dick too, but if I’m going to be
truthful this is his most attractive part to me.

I run my fingers through the soft curls, feeling the way they twist. Zane’s hair
is messy and unkempt, but it’s softer than imaginable. I’m not sure if I take
thirty seconds or thirty minutes, but I feel his part and tug on the hair that
falls over his forehead. He looks up at my hand as I play with his locks, his
expression rather goofy. Lastly, I run my hands through the hair at the back of
his neck, twisting it slightly as I go.

Oddly, this causes a profound reaction from Zane. He closes his eyes and gasps a
little, his chest rising and falling a little more rapidly. I tilt my head
curiously, was twisting the long hair on the back of his head causing him to act
like this? I do it again to find out, this time grabbing more in a fist and
running it through my fingers. Zane’s breathing becomes a little more ragged and
shallow, and he leans back in his seat. I hadn’t really noticed, but his dick
had been getting fatter and fatter this whole time, and now that I looked down
it was pretty impressively engorged, still sitting across his left thigh but
arching its way up towards his navel. Whatever it was about playing with his
hair, he was also tensing his stomach muscles and his well-defined abs were
putting on quite a show. Well, you learn something new every day. Zane’s hair
isn’t just sexy, it puts him in the mood for sex.

Eventually I stop, aware that the group is watching something sexual start
between the two of us. I’m getting rock hard in my pants, although I’m not sure
anyone can tell. I look over to Sean and Dog, and they seem content to watch the
challenge and not the least bit embarrassed, although there’s no more than the
usual bulge in Dog’s azure pants.

Mike, on the other hand, had begun tenting his shorts. Poor guy, I knew he
pointed out and up, and I’m sure even the slightest erection was noticeable on
him. He didn’t seem to mind, though, and was smiling.

Zane’s breathing slows when I stop touching his hair, and he opens his eyes
again, looking down and his increasingly hard dick. “Dang it,” he says, with the
same intonation one might use when discovering a flat tire or that they stepped
in dog poop, as if he had no idea the erection had crept up on him. I shrug at
him, as if to say ‘sorry about the boner, dude’.

Ok, you know what?” Zane sighs, “You all get to see my stiffy, I should get to
see yours. Pants off, boys.”

Charlie objects, stating that it’s in fact my turn, and besides, Zane can only
challenge one person at a time. Zane counters that we can either flash now, or
he’ll challenge us one at a time every round, and that his challenges will be
worse than a simple reveal. I have little doubt he’s right about that.

Since it’s actually my turn in the game I feel like the decision whether to
break with the literal rules or not should fall partly on me. I shrug my consent
and stand up in the circle, peeling off one sock then another. Zane had asked to
see our boners, which didn’t necessarily mean getting entirely naked, but I
figured if I did everyone would follow suit, and this game would definitely get
more interesting with everyone nude.

I slide down my pants and underwear, leaving my shirt for last. It’s long enough
to cover me, although I’m totally hard and pointing straight out. Suddenly I
feel a little shy. We’re all guys here, and most of us haven’t quite developed
the musculature of manhood all the way yet. However, Zane is pretty buff, and
Mike has awesome abs. Sean and Dog are both tan and smooth and brown, with
tummies that curve just the right way. It makes me feel a little inadequate, to
be honest, and I blush as I go to remove my shirt. Oh well, in for a penny, in
for a pound. I take it off and stand naked, all eyes on me. Suddenly I’m not so
shy anymore, and shake my hips a little, letting my boner swagger back and
forth.

“Nice,” Zane comments. I blush a little deeper.

My stripping gets the other guys going, and they all remove their kit. Well, all
Dog does is slide his shorts off. He’s not completely hard, although it’s
snaking his way up his body. I remember that when it’s erect it lies flat
against his body, something I thought was cool. Sean takes off his shirt and
shorts and sits back in the circle, also about half hard. Charlie is done
stripping off by then and I look over to notice that he’s almost completely
soft. Weird. For a guy that wanted to do this so bad you’d think he’d be more
excited. “I said hard, dude,” Zane says, nodding at his crotch. Charlie looks
sheepish and reaches down, stroking it a little to encourage growth.

Mike waits until everyone else is naked to do anything. I consider that maybe
things are getting too intense for him. It is a little weird to have five guys
watching you so they can see your prick. He smiles and stands up, though,
pulling down his shorts in one quick motion. His adorable boner springs free,
its full length arching out and up from his body in a curve. It’s as cute up
close as it was last time I saw it, which was from pretty far away. Clearly I’m
not the only one that likes it.

“Whoa, awesome boner, dude!” Zane exclaims, for some reason impressed by its
shape, I guess.

Mike smiles happily and shrugs. “Thanks?” he says, unsure how to respond to the
compliments.

“No seriously, that’s wicked the way it curves like that. Has it always done
that?” Zane has been slowly stroking his cock throughout all of this, either to
keep it hard or because he’s turned on. It’s a funny picture, the naked and
erect Zane asking these questions of the shy and demure Mike. His tone is almost
scholarly.

“Yeah, I mean, that’s what it does,” Mike answers, smiling.

Charlie has also managed to get a full erection, and we all sit in the circle,
six naked guys openly checking each other out. Like I’ve said before, it was
only recently that I realized dicks could be so different, and I am still
impressed by the diversity. Zane’s is long and thick and tan, his balls hanging
snugly beneath. Mine sticks straight out and has a bright reddish/pink helmet at
the end – the reddest of the group. Charlie’s is long and pokes at that alluring
45 degree angle, his head pink and cute. Mike’s, the curved schlong that has
apparently enthralled Zane, looks serious, like it has somewhere to go and
something to do. Dog’s five and a half inches lies flat against his stomach, as
if snuggling with his tummy. And Sean’s sticks straight outward from his body,
the tip curving slightly upward at the end.

I decide to get the game going again before someone gets soft or decides to get
dressed. I challenge Zane to show us how he likes to hold his when he strokes
off, and he demonstrates an underhanded method I’d never tried. The other
challenges retain the sexual theme, and we’re all fidgeting in our seats and
occasionally touching ourselves. Mike will accidentally brush the tip of his
dick with his hand and it will make me throb, instinctively reaching out to
touch myself. This will be noticed by Sean or Dog and they’ll smile, pressing a
fingertip against their own cocks. Ok, so Charlie was right. Tricking six guys
into a group wank isn’t impossible.

When we come back around to Zane, I dread his challenge, but he calls on Mike.
Mike boldly chooses action, clearly no longer meek or shy about anything that’s
happening here tonight.

“Ok, dude, I’m sorry, but that is like the coolest boner I’ve seen in a long
time. I mean, the way it curves up like that is wild. My challenge is that you
should go around the circle and let everyone feel it. I mean, it’s so cool.”
It’s yet another step in this crazy game, and Mike looks confident but also a
little uncertain.

Charlie must pick up on this because he scoots over to Mike. “Yeah, Zane’s
right. It’s awesome.” He reaches out and takes Mike’s erection in his hand,
running it up and down the curved shaft. Mike gasps deeply, clearly enjoying the
sensation. He doesn’t pull away or flinch. Not that I blame him, Charlie is good
with his hands, and I can tell he’s trying to get Mike riled as well as feel
him. Not that he has to do much.

After a few seconds Charlie stops. Mike is panting, his adorable tummy heaving
up and down. Sean and Dog are enrapt by this phase of the game, and I can see
that Sean is starting to precum a little. Mike doesn’t have to be prompted to
continue the challenge and stands up, walking over to Dog. I’m happy to get a
view of his cute little bubble butt, but sad I can’t see what Sean is doing to
his dick. Mike is fondled for a few seconds, stepping over to Dog, who takes a
short turn.

When Mike steps over to Zane, Zane has this wild childlike look in his eyes. I
can tell he wasn’t just flattering Mike, he was really interested in his dick.
He takes it in both hands and feels the curve of it. Like Mike had done with the
previous three gropers, he gasps a little in pleasure.

“Man, I don’t know what it is. The curve of this thing is so cool. And how it
comes out of your sack like that…” Zane fondles Mike’s balls, eliciting another
gasp. Zane takes his time exploring, running his finger over the head and down
the shaft. At some point we’re going to have to call this a handjob rather than
a light feel, but Mike ain’t complaining. And neither are Sean and Dog, who have
both started stroking themselves slowly. Charlie is grinning at me – he’s pretty
sure his plan has worked (and I am too).

Eventually Zane removes his hands from Mike’s endowment and I get my turn. Now
here’s the thing, I’d had an opportunity to spy on Mike jerking off. So I knew
that he liked to pull his curved boner all the way to the floor and let it
spring free. He’d done that like five times just before cumming when I’d spied
on him. I figured I could just feel him up, which was an alluring notion in and
of itself. But I also figured I could give him a treat, which is what I do.

I take Mike’s erection in my hand and feel the virile tenseness of the shaft.
It’s curved, but it’s not wobbly at all, it’s like a curved piece of stone. It’s
getting a little slick, and how can you blame him? Every one of the five guys
that have felt him up has experience jerking another guy. If Mike likes handjobs,
he’s wandered into the right poker game. He’s standing in front of me, smiling
down at his fifth molestation of the night. Without giving him much notice, I
pull his boner downward and release, letting it spring back up and slap his
tummy. I do it a second time for good measure and he gasps in complete and utter
surprise. I half expect him to come – I might have – but he doesn’t. Instead he
shudders a little, as if the sensations have made him incapable of standing. A
big glob of precum leaks out his tip the second time his erection thwomps
seductively against his chest, and I decide to leave it there. No reason to make
him blow a wad early.

He returns to his seat, smiling goofily and obviously in some serious lust.
Everyone else is openly rubbing themselves at this point, and I don’t blame a
single one of them. I’m kind of sad, though, it had been fun having something to
play with, if only for a moment, and I decide I’m not done feeling up my
friends.

I reach over towards Zane. He sees me coming and smiles, moving his hand aside.
I take his shaft in my fist and stroke it up and down a couple of times. It’s
thick – thicker than me, Mike or Charlie, and hot to the touch. And he’s so tan.
And fuzzy. I can’t resist feeling the downy fur along his abs, and I even move a
hand up his chest so that I can pinch a nipple ring between my finger. Any
pretense that this wasn’t a sex game is long over.

To my left, Mike reaches over and takes Charlie in his hand. Charlie gasps and
lets the cute boy fondle him. Sean and Dog smile at each other, as if they’ve
stumbled upon the best poker game ever, and reach over to grab one another’s
engorged dicks. I guess this isn’t a circle jerk, after all. It’s a total mutual
wank off.

This isn’t the last time the group will meet and do this, not by a long shot,
but the first time is the most thrilling, and the tenderest. Everyone scoots
closer to the center of the circle so that we’re as close as possible. The smell
of men is distinct, and I can distinguish between Zane on one side and Charlie
on the other. We all take turns exploring one another, each boy feeling each of
the others. The erections are all hot and hard and beautiful to me, each
distinct, and each a wonderful new toy for me to play with.

Zane gets up and scrunches between Sean and Dog so he can fist them both at the
same time, and they happily oblige. Mike moves over to Zane’s spot and
spontaneously starts ministering me. His hands are small and cute and my eyes
roll up in the back of my head in pleasure as he strokes his fingertips over my
helmet. Charlie crawls under us so that he’s lying on the floor below. He slowly
strokes his dick, looking up at me and smiling. I smile back – success!

And it goes like this for a bit longer. At first we’re feeling one another,
getting used to these new cocks in our hands. Then we’re trying to make the
other person feel good, and it’s working. Then someone grabs you and ecstasy
washes over. Each touch is different, each smell a new and exciting sensation. I
run my hands over Mike’s butt and abs. His muscles are young and smooth and hard
beneath the skin, and his toned stomach makes me shudder, another stream of
precum leaking out and slicking my dick.

Speaking of which, the entire group is now getting significantly ‘squishier’.
The slosh and slorsh of hands on wet skin grows louder than the moans and gasps,
turning me on even further. Zane’s remains moderately dry, where Charlie is
leaking buckets. I get a little daring and run my fist roughly over Charlie’s
cock, scooping up as much precum as I can and then slathering Zane with it. His
entire body immediately tenses at the new sensation of being completely lubed.

“Erg, oh my god Devon!” he exclaims, grunting and gasping. I smile, happy to
have brought the adventurous Zane to his knees.

It isn’t long before things climax. Not long after I slick up Zane, Dog begins
grunting in short, sharp breaths. Every man knows what that sounds means, and
about three seconds later he’s cumming, straight up into his face and over his
chest. This sends Sean over the edge and he sprays on Dog. I’m about to cum just
watching these two, but I’m also determined to do my duty and bring off both
Mike and Zane, I have each of them in a hand. I pull down on Mike and let his
boner spring up, rubbing the head in a swirling motion as I do it. With my more
dexterous hand I go to town on Zane, flogging his slimy cock as fast as I can.
They both gasp and moan and grunt and stutter, reaching orgasm almost
simultaneously. Mike’s cock shoots out with tremendous force, unexpectedly
hitting me in the cheek. Zane gives a rather loud holler as he blows, his cheeks
flushed and damp with sweat. His load doesn’t shoot far, but there’s a lot of it
and it pours copiously out and over my hand.

Charlie is still on the floor and is finishing himself. He begins making those
wonderful Charlie chirping noises and all of a sudden is spraying everywhere. I
kind of wanted Mike or Zane to finish me, but the sight of my friend coming and
all the lust in the room sends me over the edge without me even touching myself.
I double over and start blowing, unloading on the unsuspecting Charlie beneath
me. Jesus, that was hot.

“Holy shit, Devon. You do that psychically?” Zane asks, referring to my orgasm
with no touch.

“Erg, argh,” I groan, panting and finishing, unable to speak. Zane laughs and
slaps me hard on my naked ass. It’s hot, and it almost makes me need to jerk off
again.

Everyone sits back, looking content and not at all awkward about what just
happened. Throw guys in space for months on end and I guess that’s what happens.
The circle jerk was a welcome relief.

“Whew,” Zane pants, sweat rolling down his face and nose. “That was hot. Same
time next week?”

Mike laughs at Zane’s joke, but everyone else nods. Hell yeah same time next
week.

“Cool. Last one in the shower stinks!” Zane proclaims, standing. Yeah, we are
all a little gross. Mike giggles and takes the challenge seriously, running for
the bathroom. Sean and Dog follow. Charlie and I make to leave when Zane quietly
calls us over.

“Hey,” he says in a hushed tone, I just wanted to thank you two for setting this
up. Very awesome.”

Charlie plays coy, “The poker game? No problem. Just cards on a Friday night,
you know.”

Zane looks at Charlie and then me, an incredulous smirk on his face. “I’m not an
idiot, guys. I mean, c’mon. You two have been going at it for weeks, right? You
invite all the gay and bi guys over here. Then free liquor, boner pills? Poker?
You were going to suggest strip poker, right?”

We smile sheepishly. Busted.

“But, hey, it was awesome. The only thing you get for the cheap ploy, by the
way, is that I expect a tumble with each of you.”

That’s enough to make us both blush. Zane is a goofy guy, and he’s hot, and
everything he does is somehow funny and sexy. And he’s especially sexy standing
all nude and buff in front of you with cum drying on his abs. We don’t say
anything but both nod, like naughty schoolboys who have just been told we get
detention later.

“Cool.” And then he kisses Charlie on the cheek, slapping his ass and spinning
him around, pushing him toward the shower. He gets the hint and heads off. I
don’t move.

“And you, Chasen, you may get more than one.” He moves to kiss me and I offer my
cheek, but he changes telemetry at the last second and kisses me full on the
mouth. He’s unshaven and his stubble is prickly and tickling and sexy against my
face. I melt immediately and start instantly daydreaming, at least until Zane
tweaks my balls, a little painfully.

“Owch!” I yelp. He smiles evilly.

“And don’t get the wrong idea. No falling in love with me, k? But I might teach
you a thing or two about being a respectable gay boy.”

Dammit, what is it with the whole ‘friends with benefits’ on this ship?

Zane puts his shoulder around me and we walk into the bathroom together, friends
who have now grown closer for having fucked around. The other guys are all
rinsing off, and it’s a hot scene. Hot enough that we all go for seconds right
there in the shower before wrapping things up and heading off to our separate
quarters.

Charlie and I are the last to leave, having remained behind to clean up. We get
dressed and head out – I get about fifty feet down the hall when I remember
something.

“Oh, hey, wait. I’ll be right back.” I tell Charlie. He makes to come with me,
but I tell him I just forgot something. I jog back to the empty room. I’d
forgotten about my phantom friends. There had been no indication he’d been
behind the vent at any time during the evening, but he’d always left me a
souvenir before. I open the hatch and no one is inside, nor is there a sock or
any other sign that someone was here. I’m a little disappointed. Don’t ask what
my deal is, I just got access to four new boners and for some reason I’m sad my
mystery friend didn’t show up. I rip my cryptic invitation off the wall and make
to toss it when I notice something in writing under my scribbles.

“Thanks for the show. Owe you one crusty sock.”

Damn that sneak! He was in there at some point, and obviously he just wanted to
watch. Will I ever find out who he is?

I laugh, it’s the laugh of a boy that just had awesome sex and feels the world
is at his fingertips. I run back down the hall and rejoin Charlie. He asks what
I forgot, and I tell him I thought I left a sock but was wrong. We head back to
our flat, I kiss him on the cheek once before we get there and we giggle. Our
plan had worked, and I loved my friend more than ever.